The club was dark and had a strong scent of lavender. Roy frowned and looked up at the tall handsom billionaire. Was this really the place where he came to hang out in his free time? Bruce led Roy across the dancefloor and straight to the bar.

Black t-shirt, tan trench jacket, blue jeans, and black dress shoes...It was like he was with a different person. But what he wanted to know was why he brought him here. Roy Harper with Bruce Wayne of all people!

"What did you bring me here for?" Roy question.

Bruce chuckled. "Well, you did save my life. If it wasn't for you I probably would have been dead."

"Well from where I stood it looked like you would have had it all under control," Roy grumbled. "But that still doesn't explain why I'm here."

"I wanted to buy you a drink."

Roy frowned. Was this guy serious! He wanted to buy the orphan kid a drink. Really?

"Dude, you must be crazier than my dad."

Bruce laughed. He seemed...bright. Less cold than he was earlier that night.

"You mean Oliver Queen? He's a good friend of mine."

"Wouldn't be surprised. You're both playboys. Eligable bachlors. Ladies' men. You're both rich." Roy took a good look at Bruce and smirked. "You're both pretty handsome too. I mean, at least you're better looking than my dad."

The bartender placed two shot glasses in front of Roy and two in front of Bruce. He had ordered while Roy was still talking. Roy looked at the drink and arched his right eyebrow.

"You didn't slip any roofies in this did you?"

"Do I look like the kind of person that carries Rophynol around with me?"

Roy snorted. "Right. I guess you could have just about every chick in this room if you wanted to."

Bruce frowned. Roy was putting on a pokerface now but he downed the first shot without another word. Then, for some reason, he stopped everything. He had the 'I'm so fucking guilty' look on his face.

"What am I doing?" he whispered.

"What's wrong?"

Roy grabbed his coat and started out the door. Bruce followed behind him quickly.

"I...I have a flight to catch in an hour and...dude, I'm underage! I'm ninteen! I shouldn't be drinking. I mean, not that I've ever given a fuck about the law, but still!"

Bruce wondered why he was so freaked out about it. It was only a drink. But Roy knew better. Once he started something, he knew he couldn't stop. It was like dealing with heroin. He wanted to stop. He really did. But he couldn't stop injecting himself. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop. Roy didn't want anything like that to happen again.

Bruce nodded. "Look, come back inside. I'll call you a cab."

"I'm good," Roy grumbled, walking away. "I think I can make it back on my own."

"It's dangerous out there!"

"I'll take my chances pretty-boy."

Bruce followed him. "Then I'm going with you."

Roy stopped. This guy was persistant. It was kind of a turn on.

"Why are you doing this?" He questioned in his 'I'm so fucking serious it isn't even funny' tone.

"I told you," Bruce started. "Oliver is a good friend of mine. If anything happens to you in Gotham, you can only guess who he's going to come after first."

Roy shook his head. I'm a big boy now Ollie, I think I can handle my own damn issues, he though to himself, chuckling a bit.

"Alright. Whatever. It's your city anyway."

They made their way down the sidewalk together. Roy wrapped hisarms around his chest, trying his hardest not to shiver. He didn't want to make it any worse by complaining about it.

The next thing he heard was a sigh from Bruce. Then he felt a warm coat blanketing him.

"Aren't you cold?"

"I'm wearing a sweater under this. Besides, I live here so I'm used to it."

Roy couldn't help but feel himself blush. What the hell was he doing here? With him? In this situation!

"So, tell me something, kid," Bruce said.

Roy pulled the front of the coat across his shoulders and closing it together with his fists like he was a small child wrapping a blanket around himself.

"Y-yeah?" he replied looking down and trying to keep himself from blushing.

That voice was so deep but...warm. Fucking hot, Roy thought. He tried to shake those thoughts out of his mind.

"You still think I'm handsome?"

Roy tried to hold back a laugh but instead it came out as a small push of air behind the front of his tongue and past his teeth. He shook his head with a slight chuckle.

"I've never known a guy who didn't know he was hot. That's too damn modest of you. I mean, even I know I'm fucking sexy."

"Don't you think that's a little arrogant?" Bruce laughed.

"Not when you live like I live. I never let myself get too arrogant or too cocky. I'm just...confidant."

"Confidant?" Bruce repeated. It was more of a statement that a question.

"Confidant." Roy replied.

Bruce couldn't help but smile. Roy looked up at him. His eyes were dark brown. Cute. He stared at him for a while wondering what could have led to this night. He would have to go back and thank those goons who tried to kill Bruce. It was a great night. Fucking epic.

Well, except for the part where Roy felt like he was growing a raging crush on the dark haired playboy. The only question remained: was this real?

"You're different from anyone I've met before," Bruce noted.

"Well, everyone is different in their own ways."

"No, I mean, no one's ever talked to me like this. You talk to me like I'm a normal person and not the 'second richest man in America'. I like that about you."

Roy smiled. "Well, I guess I'm just too honest for my own good."

He nodded. It only took a little while longer for the two to reach the airport. Bruce went to see him off as he left to board first class.

If Ollie bought the tickets, I would have been flying coach, he thought wilt a slight laugh. Good thing Dinah came to my rescue.

"Where will you be going?" Bruce asked.

"Back to my crappy apartment in Star City, California."

He frowned. Again, with the frowning, Roy thought. That was a lot of frowning for one night.

"Apartment?"

"My Oliver and I are having...well, we're always having our issues. I mean, it's not like I want to rely on him for everything. It's just that, well, he's not exactly the guy I would want to give the 'World's Greatest Dad' coffee mug to on Fathers' Day."

Bruce chuckled slightly. He was starting to like this kid more and more. Roy turned around and sighed.

"Well-um-there's my flight."

Bruce's heart jumped. Already? They were just having a great time! Why end it now?

Roy turned around to board the plane when Bruce stopped him. He pulled out a pin and scribbled something on a piece of paper. Roy took it between his fingers and handed the tan coat back to it's owner.

"My personal number," Bruce explained with a nod.

Roy nodded back and held out his hand. Bruce shook it.

"Maybe I can see you sometime soon? Wensday?"

"Woah, I can't afford-"

"No, I'll take care of that. Or...or you can stay. I mean I have room at the Manor-"

"I've got to check in with Dinah. Oliver wants to see me for...something. Family business I guess. I mean, you can't exactly call us a family but you get the point."

Bruce nodded feeling a small loss to an 'almost' victory.

Roy wrote his cell phone number on Bruce's hand and smirked. "Send me a message as soon as you get home. You know, just so i can know no one else tried to mug you."

"Same to you," Bruce said. "I mean, just to make sure you're safe. You remember what happened the last time someone boarded a plane in New York in the middle of the day."

"Why are cruel jokes always the funniest," Roy said before bursting with laughter.

9-1-1 joke? This guy was seriously loosing that hardassed shell he was consumed in earlier. Roy kind of liked it.

He turned and rushed on the plane; they were already closing the doors.

Bruce sighed as he watched his slip away. That was the most he'd smiled in months! Fight was worth it all.

"Alfred," he said to the man on the other end of the cell phone. "I need a ride."

When I wrote this I was thinking the Christian Bale Bruce Wayne the entire time!

Dayum that man is so fucking hot! (I'm pretty sure Roy would agree with me.)

i guess you can see who you want as Bruce. I see Mr. Fine-ass-Christian-Bale. (Damnit! I'm starting to think like you Paul! Except...you dig chicks cuz you're a dude and i like guys cuz i'm a fem. XDD)

Hope you liked it. Please review. It would mean a lot to me if you did (even if this story is complete and you're reading it five months after i finished writing it...or five years lololol)

Well, back to Trolling the mall with my Marching Band buddies. SUMMER BAND 2012, HERE I COME!

~Miyuki